The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-07-19
A SITUATION.
Three Young Ladies in Search Of q
Career.

1t was beautiful April morning; the
Liz just freshened with the bright drops
bf merry little shower; the hyacinths
n the window all sweet with spring
|unshine; and Mr.. dickson had just
home down to his breakfast.
Breakfast was ready. Punctuality
Mas one of the virtues most strictly
Observed i'm Mr.. Clickson's household.
He ate, drank, read the morning pa
bers over his coffee, and then rang for
lis letters and business documents.
Bensley, the butler, paused as he set
he Japanese tray on the table.
IF you please. sir" said he, "there
three young ladies waiting to see
lou"
"Three-young- repeated
lfr. dickson.
"Yes, sir-three young ladies. They
aid they were relatives; so ventured
% ask them into the blue saloon"
[dded Bensley.
"You did quite right, Bensley," said
|dr dickson. 81 will see them pres
nifty"
He read his letters, examined the
|apers, and then sat looking into the
Ire for few minutes.
What should he do with these three
oung ladies?
Without doubt, they were the daugh-
ers of his cousin, Simon Scofield, who
"a just died, down in Clover Hollow.
imon had had a good income all his
ffe, but it had never occurred to him
save any of it. He had eaten and
rank of the best, educated his daugh-
ers extensively, dressed them as if they
Expected to become the wives of mill
fonaires, and had finally died, in as
Eentlemanly fashion as he had lived,
eaving them without means and badly
[ampered with debt.
OF course, their first idea was to come
b their rich cousin in New York. Mr..
dickson walked into the blue saloon, q
|retty receptiOn-room.
There sat the three Misses Scofeld.
The eldest, fair, handsome girl,
boxing very interesting in her deep
rape, sat in a picturesque attitude on
he low sofa. The second was tall and
atk, rather .inclining to the majestic.
The third was ~istful-eyed, plump
title person, with quick, vehement
notions and cheeks glowing with the
excitement of thus finding herself in a
tranger's house.
s.My dears," said the millionaire, 81
oppose that YOU are my cousin Simon
|cofeld's daughters I'm very sorry
e is no more-very sorry, indeed. But
ont cry, please am not partial to
Genes. Crying won't do any good.
cheer up, and tell me which is which"
The fair blonde rose. putting out both
ands, with the graciousness of young
rincess.
II am Haidee, dear cousin" said
be.
land I am Constantia, said the
dark ladye," with an elaborate cour-
sy.
"And the little one i'm the corner?"
aid Mr.. dickson. (Which is she?'
THAT is Kater' said the two elder
mes. at once. spray. excuse her awk-
hardness Kate is SO absurdly BASH
a."
cit isn't that I'm bashful," said Kate
Pcofeld. coloring deeper than before;
but if people have any questions to
six of me, prefer that they should be
sked personally, I don't like to be
Numbered, as if / were q bale of
FOODS"
"Ahr' said Mr. dickson, half smil.
hg, 81 see. You wish to retain your
wn individuality.
Eyes" said Kate, promptly.
Pray be seated, young ladies'" said
Er. dickson. sand now. in what way
an / be useful TO you?"
those voice was low and sweet like a
ute.
1--WE need career" explained Con-
Eantia.
1--WE want to support ourselves"
dded little Kate, as the rich cousins
cen black eyes rested last and most
hquiringly upon her.
THAT is easily DONE" said Mr..
dickson. Women are succeeding all
round us in this big city; why
houldn't you?'
I'VE thought that perhaps you could
Fc3ommend us to some gateway of sue
|eSS," said Constantia.